Roll
This dirt....on my hands
Is from honest toil
You fear...you'll get
Your apron soiled....
If they should touch
Your skin so soft
Don't look at me
Like I won't wash off
I know...my clothes
Ain't always clean
Would you...prefer
Some dirt unseen
There was a time
You didn't care
Don't look at me
like you're pure as prayer
Or....someday you'll find
You're left....behind
Even muddy rivers roll
Darling, even muddy rivers roll
A hammer's all...
I've had to hold all day
Come close... to me
Don't turn away.....
Or.....
Someday you'll find
You're left...behind
Even muddy rivers roll
Darling...even muddy rivers roll
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